For Jack Rose.
The sisters of mercy and Veedon Fleece
Were imaginary
And I have not flown a kite in years.
Seems impractical to not unite
The vestiges of support
Such as these,
Such as we need,
Suspect,
Such as we act upon--
As if their vigilance
Occurred first in the thrushing heart,
Then a moving hand
An invention hushing and
unmistakable in its home,
Midair
And then--
Only then,
Third,
In the infinite where once the suspicion of creation drew breath,
And we acted upon.
Kindertrauma Friday The 13th Funhouse
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